Poems on the topic: moon

Poems on the topic “moon” on Poets.by.

AnxiousBob

Soon Enough

Soon enough I'll find them Soon enough they'll stray Then I'll find ropes to bind them And lock them all away Soon enough they'll leave me Like they always do Soon enough I'll cry Alone, under the moon
RomanticBeshoy Emad

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The way the moon reflects sunlight is so interesting. How does the moon wait every night for the sun to look at him so he can be noticed, so he can be more dominant, more comfortable. I guess I feel the same way the moon does, when I look at you. How empty I was untill you made me whole. How dull my life was untill you made your reflection.
RomanticBalachandran V

Night

Did you fall asleep? Sitting up alone Staring at the ceiling Soft music wafting Moonlight sifting– And thinking, of me? How I would like To stand just outside your window To watch your dress Fluttering in the gentle breeze! How I would love To see your soft curls, mischievous, Trying to hide your face from me! I know, they love to tease me! Did you fall asleep Thinking of me?
DreamyBalachandran V

Random Access Memories

The time is nearing to leave. File – save as – give a name And it becomes a part Of my documents Hidden behind a password Which I only know. In the recesses of my hard disks C:\ My documents\ Kottayam, or- Some other name that I decline To tell you. Later, in a lonely night I will access the file And glance through it At random. This flower, that face This light that flicker in the darkness
RomanticCompAng17

APOLOGIES

Hey there, my dearest, I have something on my mind that's been spiraling through and through for some time now. Hey there, sweet darling, I feel this clenching in my chest; it's more than a feeling - it's a physicality in its own, soaking in the guilt, the silence, the distortions. It's hard to speak of it, when all the attempts are being absorbed into this... void. I tried to break through for quite a while, but I guess the fright is enlarged in all its might by now. But I was not born to bow down, I'm not alive to be enslaved to the torture and the pain. It's time I untie my tongue, time to free the mind. Dearest, I am sorry.
RomanticCera Brockman

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Together we are now... Never longing for each other My weapons, now stashed, In the corners of my mind At the moon we stare, hand in hand Forever in an embrace Up in the clouds, together we stand Never to be separated Are we in love? Is this joy? Yes. We are happy
RomanticCelestie777

The oldest lovestory

Moon is the most beautiful among all stars, except one oh! that magnificent sun She blushes and hides Whenever he rise He lights up the whole world Searching for her But she is made to be different and lonely This is the world's oldest lovestory Written on the skies How true love is always there And miles apart, Always behind but never beside He brings the day and she rules the night both too comfortable there to leave it beside, twilight brings the messages to them each Because when they meet it causes an eclipse.
Inspiredbubbletaetae_

i want

I'm tired of being the moon - perpetually dark, cratered, cursedly stuck. I want to be light - I want to be whole. This time around, I want to be the sun.
ContemplativeMichael Heller

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in the mountains just before the full moon sets another grey rock
AnxiousMargaret Randall

Eyes Go Thinly

eyes go thinly of time and the coming light backing up on us and crawl of circumstance: people everywhere displacing air as if belonging to them and I displacing air as if belonging to me. outrageous dream of symmetry / crack but close to the place where vision stands: the walk the run of signs, crumbling habit.
RomanticLloyd Addison

Triplets for Her 2

O what a woman what a beautiful woman! a beautiful woman: with eyes of bayou sea bathing serene in green April dreaming. O what a woman! what a beautiful woman: Beauty her knee-flurried motion walking with pure wizard lightfeet. See in her hair the loud sunlight! See on her cheeks the proud lovelight! And on her lips the pink kiss. She is April-May girllike sunflower, She is pearl of the sunlightning face, with voice of lullaby midnight softly shifting to caressing consent.

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